Or it's me and my anxiety.

It’s been a long time coming, my gen:
long time coming til I talk to you—I waited, I sat and listened,
I second guessed the feelings I held about you, thought you could
surprise me, turn yourself around, but nah, nah my gen, you been the same.
Generation us: generation whatever—not whatever you want or could, but
whatever, man. Generation blowin the smoke out the window;
generation can’t wait til Friday to drink and fuck;
generation look at life and laugh cuz it’s a joke, a goddamn joke.
Nothing I can do to stop you from flowing throughout history—
nothing, my gen: nothing.